Since GR and Kindle don’t want to play nice today, here’s the best quote from the whole book for you to enjoy and obsess over with me: ”I didn’t know how to tell him that my world only turned when I could hold his hand.” Fuck. I mean, I’m fine, it’s just my heart is a pile of sappy, ridiculous mush now, no big.
I think the only thing that I didn’t understand was why the last chapter was from Never Darling, but I mean maybe I’m just not smart enough to piece together the reason. This is me, so like, that’s the most obvious answer.
Other than that little blip in my brain, it was literally perfect. Perfect on a level I don’t have words to describe. It was the exact right amount of sweet, intense, light, emotional… every detail was perfectly placed and crafted to be so much more than a retelling/reselling of the original.
It was absolutely beautiful and I loved it. Simple in its complexity, deep without being fathomless, and no twelve books of filler and convolutions needed, just one perfect one to rule them all—or, at the very least, make a fair lot of others pale in comparison in less than 200 pages. An instant classic. Peter and Everett are everything. I want more of the AU and the stories from the folx that exist within it.
5/5. I don’t agree that this is their best book ever, but that’s because I know I’ll say the same when I read the next one, and the next. I have an unhealthy attachment to these authors and the fantastic worlds and people they dream into reality, and I’m not going to apologise for it.